My name is Kathryn Elizabeth. I’ve always thought it to be so formal and long. Contrasting my nickname. When I lived in Georgia we had two living rooms, a formal, and a family. Kathryn is like my formal living room. Used on special occasions and painted a serious color; burgundy. My great grandmother thought I was named after her. Her name was Edna Catherine Spees. Our names are spelled differently, so that’s a pretty big hint that I wasn’t, but my parents never had the heart to tell her. She was old and bed ridden when I knew her. My name Kathryn is spelled differently. Usually it’s C-A-T-H-E-R-I-N-E, or the same but starting with a K. My name starts with a K, and ends in an R-Y-N. Everyone comments on how unusual this is. I’m actually named after my Mom’s Nanny. Nanny’s name was Kathryn; she was a black
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woman residing in Paducah, Kentucky. She was my Mom’s favorite person growing up, and all her stories about Nanny describe her as a strong woman. I like to think my Mom expected me to be a strong woman like her Nanny. She was unmarried, hardheaded, and very independent. Which describes my exact position in life, well currently. My mom was proud of her Nanny, and proud to have had me. Kathryn isn’t what I go by, my nickname is Katie. My family calls me that; it’s more casual like the family room in my Georgia house. It’s short and sweet, but it doesn’t mean anything to my mom or me. When I’m older I’ll go by Kathryn, the strong independent woman, but for now I’m not ready to grow up, so its just Katie.
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